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Hast. But I fall. laugh at this a twelve-month
Cates. . 'Tis a vile thing to die, my gracious lord,
Haft. O monstrous, monstrous ! and so falls it out With Rivers, Vaughan, Grey : and so 'twill do With some men elfe, who think themselves as safe As thou, and I ;. who, as thou know'st, are dear To princely Richard, and to Buckingham. Cates. The princes both make high account of
you, For they account his head upon the bridge. [-Asides Haft. I know, they do, and I have well desery'd it.
Haft. My lord,
9 the Holy rood,] i.e. the cross. So, in the old mystery of Candlemas-Day, 1512 :
:66 Whan hir (wete fone shall on a rood deye." Again, in Spenser's Faery Queen, B. VI. c.v!
" And nigh thereto a little chapell stoode
Was it more precious to me than 'tis now :
what, my lord ?
Enter a Pursuivant.
[Exeunt Lord Stanley, and Catesby. Sirrah, how now ? how goes the world with thee
Purs. The better, that your lordship please to ask,
Hast. I tell thee, man, 'tis better with me now,
-have with you.-) A familiar phrase in parting, as much as, take something along with you, or I have something to say to you. JOHNSON.
They, for their truth, -] That is, with respect to their honesty. Johnson.
-hold it,] That is, continue it. Johnson. Vol. VII.
Haft, Gramercy, fellow : There, drink that for
[Throws him his purses Purs. I thank your honour. [Exit Pursuivants
Enter a Priest.
heart. I am in your debt for your last + exercise; Come the next fabbath, and I will content you,
Haft. Good faith, and when I met this holy man,
Hast. Nay, like enough, for I stay dinner there. Buck. And supper too, although thou know'st it not.
[Aide. Come, will you go? Haft. I'll wait upon your lordship. Exeunt.
-exercise;] Performance of divine service. Johnson. 5 -Shriving work in hand.] Shriving work is confeffion.
Richard Grey, and Sir Thomas Vaughan to execution.
Riv. Sir Richard Ratcliff, let me tell thee this, -
Grey. God keep the prince from all the pack of
Riv. O Pomfret, Pomfret! Othou bloody prison,
• Come, bring forth the prisoners.] This specch is wanting in the folio. - STEEVENS.
Rat. Make hafte, the hour of death is now expir'd. Riv. Come, Grey,--come, Vaughan,-let us here
embrace : Farewel, until we meet again in heaven. [Exeunt.
S CE N E IV.
Buckingham, Stanley, Hastings, Bishop of Ely, Catesby,
Lovel, with others, at a table.
Haft. Now, noble peers, the cause why we are met
Buck. Are all things ready for that royal tiine ?
Buck. Who knows the lord protector's mind herein ?
his mind. Buck. We know each other's faces: for our hearts, He knows no more of mine, than I of yours ; Nor I of his, my lord, than you of mine :Lord Hastings, you and he are near in love. Hast. I thank his
I know he loves me well;